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The season of spring arrived,
Blew colours of intimacy.
Pairs of the couple,
I could see it in the park.
All my thoughts flushed.
When I saw her,
Alone in the park.
Walking on the greens tapping her stick.
The only thought closed eyes,
What that thing light?
What that thing colour?
What that thing face?
The only thing is feeling,
'She replied'.
You talk of all these, entire not necessary.
Count my beats and only one
I could count.
Thanking for God what he gave,
I realised when I met her.
She walked all around,
Padding the ground,
And could travel a single,
For me, for you and for her.
Voice from my back,
No, I travelled the whole,
With my closed eyes,
In the motion of the dark moon.
I walked with the moon.
I enjoyed with the moon.
I slept with the moon.
But easy with the moon.
Its enough I said,
My eyes are full of tears.
This much only you could hear,
Just a tear of my life.
I sat on the ground,
Red eyes,
You are fading eyes,
Are you here?
Turned back to look at her,
She walked away,
Only one,
I could hear is her story of a broken heart.
© prateekprakash {RED NOTES}
Blew colours of intimacy.
Pairs of the couple,
I could see it in the park.
All my thoughts flushed.
When I saw her,
Alone in the park.
Walking on the greens tapping her stick.
The only thought closed eyes,
What that thing light?
What that thing colour?
What that thing face?
The only thing is feeling,
'She replied'.
You talk of all these, entire not necessary.
Count my beats and only one
I could count.
Thanking for God what he gave,
I realised when I met her.
She walked all around,
Padding the ground,
And could travel a single,
For me, for you and for her.
Voice from my back,
No, I travelled the whole,
With my closed eyes,
In the motion of the dark moon.
I walked with the moon.
I enjoyed with the moon.
I slept with the moon.
But easy with the moon.
Its enough I said,
My eyes are full of tears.
This much only you could hear,
Just a tear of my life.
I sat on the ground,
Red eyes,
You are fading eyes,
Are you here?
Turned back to look at her,
She walked away,
Only one,
I could hear is her story of a broken heart.
© prateekprakash {RED NOTES}
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